Texty:
We Are Scientists With Love And Squalor

The party's all right, I might wanna stop drinking What were we talking about? My body won't tell my mind what I've been thinking Before it's out of my

new to me I've been taking my time Slide up, just drop everything Falling out of my car I'm not sure what I'm doing here Somehow wherever we are I'm

rhythm section When they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion Who are tall, dark and scared and

finding myself so surprised? The qualities you openly have advertised A bigger man might not feel quite so compromised But I've never been that sane and

it I'm not going home with no one I'm not going home with no one I'm not going home with no one Well, go on get gone, go on and get gone Go on, you can

guess Measure in time by the bottle And I've had more than a few I'm standing up to get outta here I'm standing up for myself now and this is long overdue

rhythm section when they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion Who are tall, dark and scared and

to me I've been taking my time, slide up just drop everything Falling out of my car, I'm not sure what I'm doing here Some how wherever we are, I'm not

for it, yeah Go for it, yeah Because my body is your body I won't tell anybody If you want to use my body Go for it, yeah My body is your body And